Wednesday, June 23, 2010


YAFF Muse is a new weakly blog series featuring some YA Fiction Fanatics members. In this series, we'll post original short stories created from an image meant to inspire our Muse. Hope you enjoy! And don't forget to check out the other YAFFers participating in this series (links below).

Photo credit: "Summer Tea" By Valyeszter

The Wishing Tree

Wishes come true in the town of Foster. Austin Blake once wished for a goldfish in first grade. The next day, he woke up to a bright orange fish in a bowl. Sara Hendrickson wished for her son to come back from the war. And what do you think she found the next morning? Yep. Her son Alex on her doorstep, safe and sound.
               There’s magic in the wind. That’s what people say anyway. I’m not so sure. The trouble with wishes are, sometimes they don’t always work out. Sissy Tucker wished for a husband. She got one, but maybe she didn’t ask for the right kind. He was a pig. Beat her so black and blue that Officer Dunkle didn’t even recognize her.
               That night though, the night Sissy’s husband beat her, a tornado ripped through Main Street. The only thing it touched was the tiniest teacup hung high upon a branch of the Wishing Tree. The very cup Sissy whispered her wish into only a year before. Then, as if the cyclone had never touched ground, it disappeared into the sky along with the teacup.
               Sissy’s husband was never seen again. Some say the tornado swept him away. Others claim he ran off after what he’d done, leaving a trail of broken women behind him. Grandpa says the tornado stole Sissy’s wish and that’s what took care of the asshole.
               The people of Foster all say the same thing—the wish has to come from the heart. If it doesn’t, the wind will lift your china from the branch and send it crashing to the ground. The grass beneath the tree is littered with the ruins of shattered wishes.
               The other problem with a wish is that they can be tricky. Sometimes the wind doesn’t crash your wish to the ground. Sometimes it gives you what you asked for, just not the way you thought. Robbie, the butcher, once wished for a million dollars. The next day he woke up to a million sand dollars on his doorstep. If you walk by his house, you can still catch the salty smell of the sea.
               As I stand here under the Wishing Tree, its leafless arms stretching into the blue sky, I wonder if my wish will come true. Suspended china bowls, teacups, and even a gravy boat tink in the breeze.
                I whisper my wish, the only wish I’ve ever had, into my teacup. Forgotten wishes and broken dreams crunch beneath my feet as I approach. My fingers tremble as I thread the fine handle through the branch. My heart’s desire dangles, a test against the wind.


Below are links to my fellow YAFFers' blogs and stories based on the same photo:
RM Gilbert
Rebekah Purdy
Cambria Dillon
Tracy Kenworth
Vanessa Barger


  1. Min,
    Loved this. Definitely a great twist, with the wishing tree and tornado! Way cool. It's fun to see how different everyone's stories out! Great job you!

  2. Min, first off, love your new background. Second, what a unique writing. You captured some wonderful descriptions. And the twists were great.

  3. You know how I feel about this piece already, but I'll say it again: <3 <3 <3!

  4. Very nice, Min! A twisted lesson on being careful what you wish for.

    I wonder what the narrator wished for... and if she'll get it.

  5. Min, that was awesome!! I, too, wonder what the narrator wished for. Did he/she wish carefully because of wishes gone bad? This series is going to be so exciting, I already see. We've each come up with such different stories, yet that helps all of our muses to shine through.

  6. Thanks ladies! I'm glad you liked it. It's so funny that both Cam and I had a tornado. I mean... teacup=tornado, right? LOL.

  7. Very good! Though hardly a stretch since you've been hearing "wishes and broken dreams crunch beneath my feet" regularly, ya dream smasher!

    Just kidding. (sort of)